tears are for crying
as mouth is for smiling,
but who smiles.
everyone is ugly and no one is sad.
the world of artistic expression
and cultural acceptance.
who cares about your weight size and your face when everyone is ugly.
YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poetryim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain
